That evening, Micah was invited out to dinner with Presley and Lee as a farewell. He left before Alistair was due to return and, after being spoiled one last time, Micah left the venue with a gift box under one arm. He carried it with him as he loitered a while longer. Rather than take public transit, he walked the distance to give Alistair more time to himself before Micah crashed his afterwork decompression session.

Alistair was mid-Suits episode when Micah arrived.

"Hey," Micah said, kicking off his shoes. He set the box alongside his things and studied the television. He was already invested.

Before he could lower himself to the couch, Alistair said, "Could you change?"

Micah straightened, confused. "What?"

"You're wearing outdoor clothes," Alistair said, "I hung a fresh robe in the guest bathroom for you."

Micah sucked in whatever complaints he had. It was nice of Alistair to lend him a robe. Alistair was setting boundaries, that was good.

And, in the bathroom, he found his toothbrush cup on the vanity.

Micah shut his eyes. Don't take it personally. Don't take it personally, he thought, though the significance of Alistair calling this Thee Guest Bathroom reminded Micah that he was, indeed, just a guest.

He shut the door a little harder than necessary and changed out of his outdoor clothes.

When he stepped out, the living room was entirely vacated. The television was off and, Micah realized, his bedding from the previous night looked completely different. He picked up the corner of the sheet and determined that it was a new, fresh set.

He shuffled into Alistair's room. The television across from the chains on the headboard displayed the Suits episode.

Alistair paused the show. "You wanna fuck?"

Micah appeared to have been slapped. He recovered, barely, to say, "Not the fuck anymore. Dude—"

"Oh. Well." Alistair started playing Suits again.

Micah knew it was rude, but he went searching for the power button on the television. He turned it off. "I'm just gonna talk for a second, and then I'm gonna go fuck up some goblin guys in Zelda, alright?"

Alistair pushed his thumb and forefinger over his brow before reclining back on one elbow and saying, "Fine. What is it."

Micah was at the point where he just wanted to loiter around the bars between West and East Village rather than spend another second in the room with Alistair. He sighed. "I think we've established that you have clear cleanliness boundaries and I asked you straight up what they were. I want to know rather than stumble and trip over hurdles. Capeesh?"

"Capeesh," Alistair said and God, that smug grin was going to be the death of them both—Micah, for how gorgeous it made him look and Alistair, from being strangled by Micah out of aggravation.

Micah flopped his arms about. "Well?"

"Well what."

"What are they. Give me the fucking checklist of what I am and am not to do," Micah said.

Alistair snorted. He licked his front teeth, slow and tantalizing, and looked away. When he resumed watching Micah, his eyes were lidded and unnecessarily sultry for someone about to say: "I can manage it myself. You just have to go with the flow."

"No. None of this 'flow' shit, alright. That works with sex, but not with living together. This turn-off is the exact reason having a partner is a no-go for me," Micah said.

"You find roommate rules to be a turn-off?" Alistair said, grinning. "So do I. I'm trying to avoid that. Is that how you and Benny ended?"

"No. What? No." Micah shook his head. "I'm just grateful that you're letting me stay here, and I don't want it to be painful for you to have to deal with me."

"I like pain though."

Micah bristled, shaking with rage. Alistair was beaming at him like a kid at a candy store. "This isn't fucking funny, alright? I'm serious."

"Okay, Serious, get over here," Alistair said. His legs fell open, knee tipping back against the pillows.

Micah mimed throttling Alistair's neck before walking out of the room. He was nearly to the couch when Alistair shouted after him:

"So I found this picture in my bathroom..."

Micah rolled his head back on his shoulders and marched back to the bedroom door. At the threshold, he watched, heart stopping, as Alistair extracted the photo from his pocket. He turned it over between two fingers and split them into two.

He'd found both of them.

Alistair was smiling, cheek to his shoulder. "This can't be all you took."

"No, it isn't," Micah confirmed.

"I haven't found any others. Where are they?"

I didn't hide any others, Micah thought, but as he prowled onto the mattress, he decided Alistair didn't need to know that after all. "Look a little harder next time," Micah teased.

His robe split open under the tension of Alistair's hand winding around and around on the sash.

Alistair guided him in to a kiss. He pushed Alistair back into the pillows, their lips parting and tongues searching. All the while, Micah thought to himself, Isn't he going to mention that it's his coworker in the photos?

Alistair's hand was on his dick, stroking up slow and hard. His fingers hooked under his balls and squeezed out a moan from the back of Micah's throat.

Maybe he thinks I don't know, Micah decided, shoulders rising up with a gasp as Alistair stroked him to full hardness.

He tugged at Alistair's waistband. Just as he'd hoped and been vying for, his fingers caught on lace. He pulled back, bottom lip caught between Alistair's teeth. His lip popped against his teeth as he watched, wild with intensity, as Alistair's sweatpants revealed black lingerie that all but blended into the ink on his skin.

"Holy fuck," Micah wheezed out, breath shaking.

"You can keep them on," Alistair said. Micah's eyes jumped up to his. "There's a window."

Micah was furious. How dare his self-control be laughed at this way?!

"Fuck you," Micah said, and before further teasing could occur, Micah flipped Alistair onto his stomach to see for himself. Indeed, there was a window to heaven made just for him.

Alistair twisted at his waist and spun back around, hitching a leg around Micah's hip. His arms were relaxed against the pillows, smile condescending. "But we don't have to. I mean, you're celibate now so."

He shed his robe. "Not anymore."

He flung the robe off the bed and onto the lounge chair near the windows. Lube fetched from the nightstand, Micah warmed it between his fingers as Alistair let Micah hump him like a horny virgin getting his dick wet for the first time.

Like his dick wasn't still fucking chafed. The friction was made painfully delicious, the lace soft and delicate against his cock, that Micah couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop.

He sunk his fingers inside Alistair for the first time in a month. Tight and warm, Alistair's insides coaxed him deeper, the pad of his finger finding the sweet little nub that would fray Alistair's resolve to stay quiet.

A low moan greeted Micah's pleased smile, his lips dragging off Alistair's chin as Alistair tipped his head back into the pillows.

Micah's polaroids fell to the wayside as both of Alistair's hands seized hold of Micah's arms. Initially forceful, and then slackening to a slow rise to Micah's shoulders. He held Micah to him as he extracted his fingers.

Micah cupped his hand around his cock as he glided in, lubing himself up along the way. With his free hand, he grabbed hold of Alistair's leg and hitched him hard onto his dick up to the hilt. Hips rolling, Micah ground the two of them together in quick and constant friction.

Micah swapped his dry hand to the headboard between Alistair's arms, Alistair's hand sinking into his bicep now. He took Alistair's opposite hand to push it into the wall, hitched one foot up on the mattress, and positively drilled into him.

Alistair met him with perfect resistance. His arm held him back from having his head bashed into the headboard. Bent over him and melting at the sight of Alistair's lingerie all over again, Micah came.

He held himself inside Alistair, urging Alistair's legs to squeeze around him as Micah gritted his teeth, trembling with a low groan when Alistair rolled his hips to chase his own high on what remained of Micah's erection. Micah's hand dipped under the soft waistband of Alistair's lingerie so he could rub the base of Alistair's cock, twisting to the tip, and squeeze.

"F-Fuck, do that again," Alistair said, and Micah did. He trailed the tips of his fingers, feather-light, along the underside of Alistair's tip back down to the base. And then, milked him down his length.

When Alistair was thoroughly spent and soaking the lace, Micah extracted himself and rolled onto the mattress beside Alistair. He plucked up the polaroids and tossed them onto the nightstand.

Alistair dropped his hands over his chest and stomach, panting hard. "Fuck. Well, we should watch a movie or something until you get hard again."

Micah looked at him. "You wanna go again?"

Alistair hesitated, remote in hand. "I mean, I'm satisfied. Are you?"

One look at Alistair's lingerie had desire pooling in Micah's gut. He swallowed hard, mouth drying out. "I could maybe go again," he confessed.

Alistair grinned. "Then let's watch a movie or something."

They were barely fifteen minutes into the movie and Micah couldn't stop watching Alistair fidget. Micah knew it was from the cum leaking out his ass, and he was desperate to see it properly, in real time.

Barely through the introduction scene of the film, Micah rolled back onto his knees to pull Alistair's apart. Sure enough, his cum had dripped down to the apex of the lingerie, creamily translucent.

"Fuck," Micah breathed.

"You're hard again?" Alistair said, more shocked than anything.

Micah looked down. No wonder he'd felt uncomfortable down there—his alleged third leg was back in action and hanging between his actual legs.

"I just went through refractory bootcamp, alright, give me some slack," Micah said, grabbing the lube. He dug his thumb into the meat of Alistair's ass and said, "I want you on your knees this time."

"Remind me to send a thank you gift to your hyperactive swinger couple," Alistair said as he rolled onto his stomach, ass wriggling into the air.

Micah squeezed his ass through the lace, thumbs slipping onto the soft skin framed by scalloped edges beaded with Micah's cum. He rubbed his fingers through it before sinking his lube-slicked thumb into Alistair's ass once more.

He guided himself back in and, as he entered, cupped the front of Alistair's cum-soaked panties. He held Alistair's growing erection like the perfect, delicate object that it was.

"Fuck, I just want to stay here," Micah breathed into the back of his neck.

"What, and have me warm your cock?" Alistair said. He rocked his hips in a tedious circle that had Micah trembling.

The movie was playing behind them, continuing on as if Micah wasn't losing his fucking mind, his hands welcoming themselves in the heat between the lace and Alistair's supple skin. He dug his fingers into the dip where Alistair's legs met his hips, delving lower, and lower, until he could cup himself as he extracted from Alistair's hole and sunk back in.

He massaged the sensitive skin between Alistair's legs and the tattoo coloring his inner thigh. The panties were slipping by this point, inched further by Micah's fondling. Alistair hitched his hips higher, his gasp bit into his forearm as Micah squeezed his cock again.

"You, wearing lingerie," Micah breathed into his neck, his forehead falling to roll along Alistair's shoulder blades as he trembled. "Is gonna be the death of me. I can't stand it."

"This is tame. Get ahold of yourself," Alistair rasped, his words hitching when Micah started fucking into him again.

They went on for ages as Micah did, in fact, get ahold of himself. Control over his dick reinstated, Micah put it to work. In between bouts of frantic, heart-racing fucking, Micah would intentionally lull them back down, sprawled across Alistair's sheets as the movie went on and they pretended to pay attention.

Every time Micah thought he'd started to catch up with the plot, Alistair would rock his hips, clenching onto Micah's half-hard cock to work him back up all over again.

Micah would bite into his shoulder. "I was watching the movie, dammit," Micah swore, overcome once more as Alistair laughed maniacally, saying, "Too fucking bad."

The end of the movie was enjoyed with Alistair on his back, nearly falling off the mattress with a hand on the floor to steady himself. He took his hand off the bedpost, cursing, and Micah caught it to heave him back up and settle him in his lap.

"Was it like this?" Alistair asked, swinging his hips down and grinding himself on Micah's lap.

Micah was speechless for a second. There were no words, no memories for a moment as his vision blurred in ecstasy. His hips stuttered to finish Alistair off before there was nothing left.

"No—Not at all," he admitted, coming back to himself. He collapsed back on the mattress, legs swinging out to fall off the side of the bed. Alistair joined him a moment later. "It was all about the climax with them. I thought I'd run out of cum."

"Damn." They listened in silence as the climactic music rose in the background. "That does sound like refractory bootcamp."

Micah slapped a hand over his eyes. A second later, he was laughing.

"Were you serious about wanting to fuck in a movie theater?"

"Yes." He tipped his head to look at Alistair properly. Flushed, catching his breath. He cleared his throat and resumed studying the picture of them on his ceiling mirrors. "Though I take it you wouldn't be into that."

"It's just something I have to think about for a while," Alistair said. "And afterward bathe in bleach."

"So never doing that. Got it."

"We'd need, like, a tarp between us and the seats—"

"That defeats the purpose of, oh, I don't know. Being disgusting and degenerate in public."

"You know, I'm impressed we're having this conversation," Alistair confessed. "You would have shut me down after saying, 'Yes.'"

Micah rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

"See! See, that right there is exactly what I'm talking about."

Micah pushed up to his hands, head sagging between his shoulders.

"You know, now that you know Olly," Alistair said, propping his head on his hand, "I should've convinced them to stick around longer. Theater sex is right up their alley. You two could've hooked up."

Micah seriously despised the idea of doing anything with Alistair's previous sub. All he could think of was the starry-eyed look Olly had given Alistair at the club. Like he put the stars in the sky.

Micah pushed himself to his feet and swiped the polaroids off the nightstand.

"Hey, wait, those are mine now," Alistair said.

Micah gave them a wave, uncaring that his everything was exposed and out there for Alistair's consumption. Cum was drying on his stomach. "Not anymore. I don't think he'd appreciate knowing I've been sharing pictures of him having sex."

"And who is 'he,' pray, tell," Alistair said.

Oh my God, Micah thought, giddy with satisfaction. He's totally prying to see if I know. "Like it matters?" he said, and gave a toss of his hand as he left the room.